In the words of Manfred Kammerer…”What else is there to say?” written 5/23/12a.m.

I had a lot to say after the composition of my first flier. As you can see, I snapped. Sometime in late August, early September 2011, I placed Manfred Kammerer’s name on my flier. No matter how well I took care of myself, my mental state continued to deteriorate. The thought of this man harming another female terrified me. He sets his sights on his prey and when the destruction is complete, he deludes himself into believing that his victims wanted it. You will note that I eventually began to reveal more detail about this tragedy. The more I began to reveal, the more I became free of what felt like a flesh eating bacteria. The statement about catching fleas from laying down with dogs…SO TRUE. Actually, fleas sound pretty good in comparison to this garbage. When I kept this secret to myself, all I was able to do is focus on what I COULD NOT DO. I was in a mental, physical and financial prison.

Please enjoy the opening of Pandora/Manfred’s Kammerer Box. I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT I AM HIS ONLY VICTIM…I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT I WILL BE HIS LAST. He should have left me alone and definitely should NEVER have threatened my life.

Victim of a Sexual Predator #2; 8-9/2011

I’m a female who has lost four years of her life to a sexual predator. His name is Manfred Kammerer. He is a former employer of mine and the owner of Classic Collision Body Shops, a large chain of auto body repair centers in the Atlanta Metropolitan Area.

Mr.Kammerer sexually harassed me from the moment I began working for him. It was mostly comments that were to lead me to believe that he was the answer to all women’s prayers. Nothing serious occurred, until I had informed him of an indiscretion of mine and told him to fire me if he saw fit. From that moment on, Mr. Kammer went from visiting the shop where I was employed, from two times a month to three to five times each week. I warned Mr.Kammerer repeatedly before, during and after our encounters took place, that it was something that could destroy me. I was at a very vulnerable stage in my life and could not afford to lose my job, as well as backslide. From the moment the affair began, I suffered morally, economically, mentally and physically. In fact, the stress became so bad at one point that, I thought I would end up in a wheel chair due to back pain. The day I told this man to take my phone number and stick it where the sun don’t shine, 65% of my back pain went away! Coincidence, I think not!

I was coerced into a sexual relationship with a man who wouldn’t allow me to do more than answer the phone at his business, wouldn’t help me when I had car troubles, continually promised to take me on trips and do special things for me that were never delivered, refused to give me money for gas or food when I had fallen on severely tough times and threatened my life when I mentioned sharing how wonderful I thought he was, with his wife. Abuse like this is enough to push one to the verge of insanity …especially when this man is worth somewhere between $100-$150ml.

It’s amazing that this man characterized me as a crazy bitch. Of course, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard a man call a woman a crazy bitch…I wouldn’t be standing here passing out a flier, that’s for sure. So why did I stay? In my opinion, getting rid of a sexual predator is much like trying to get rid of cancer. Not having health insurance and other financial recourses, any illness would seem incurable. That’s what predators depend upon, targeting women who are destitute. He used my need, kindness and generosity as a weapon. He bled me dry, like a leach.

I am a beautiful, funny, kind, intelligent and talented woman who was trapped by a man who didn’t care if I was eating cat food under a bridge… the same man who agreed that he’d have his son-in-law’s legs broken if his daughter was ever treated this way.

If you’re a man and you’re thinking “That’s a man for you”…how proud you must be to be a part of a species that goes around treating YOUR MOTHERS, SISTERS, NEICES AND DAUGHTERS THIS WAY. If you are a woman, perhaps this has happened to you. Please be supportive of other women you may encounter, who may be experiencing this in their personal lives or in the workplace. Furthermore, encourage these women to report their abusers. The only reason they exist is because they are not being reported. I did not know what my rights were and none of my managers or coworkers told me. My former profession, by trade, existed of men who wanted to look like me, not sleep with me. By the time I saw Mr. Kammerer for what he was and I had become strong enough to report him to the proper authorities, it was too late.

I have spent the last few months speaking to the Police, the EEOC, The Labor Board, attorneys, women’s rights organizations and other government agencies, trying to get someone to help me in my situation. The sad thing is sexual harassment is as common an occurrence as brushing one’s teeth. Even worse, I could get better assistance if I were an illegal immigrant, a criminal or if I were married to this monster. To the employees, who behaved as if they were genuinely concerned for my welfare, I thank you for your kindness. It will not be forgotten. To the others, who acted as if they’d be more impressed with watching a topcoat of varnish dry on a coffee table…God gave me too much personality…I’d be happy to share it with you, if that meant no one else had to be exposed to your behavior.

Unfortunately, it’s not illegal for a man to treat me like a tampon, use me as his personal sperm bank, threaten my life, watch me deteriorate emotionally, physically and financially due to his behavior, or make me his sexual victim. However, it is legal for him to sue me for slander. Well Mr. Kammerer, you should have thought about that before you picked on someone who has nothing to lose. I may get sued for this. I may even get killed for this. I will not, however, sit back and allow you to rape another female of something that you think that you are entitled to. I look back now on what occurred and RAPE is the only term that comes to my mind. I was mentally, emotionally and financially cripple, as well as physically weak. You may as well have knocked me across the back with a baseball bat.

Is Manfred Kammerer responsible for everything that has gone wrong in my life? No way. However, he is responsible for what he did to me. Mr. Kammerer, you have caused irreversible damage to me. I hope that you are proud of yourself. The difference between you and I is, you don’t give a damn about the people you have hurt. I spend every moment of every day trying to right my wrongs and be a better Human Being. I owe that to society and myself.

You wanna sue me, bring it on. How many women do you think would remain silent, once this news becomes public? How many .consumers do you think would feel comfortable making you wealthier? Your company is not a huge conglomerate with a famous spokes person. It’s a one man show. A man who has done nothing but spend his Adult life screwing everyone he encounters out of everything he can get.

You wanna kill me? I will haunt you for the rest of your life. That is a promise. The next time you decide to tell an employee, customer or business associate whatever they wanna hear to get what you want out of them, and then Welch on your promise…you may want to think twice.

I appreciate your taking the time to read my story. “Was it as good for you as it wasn’t for me?” While some people are dirty, rotten, stingy, greedy scumbags, I on the other hand believe in sharing the wealth. Please pass this letter on to someone else who may benefit from it.

Lets brush up on the definition of rape.
Rape: forcing another person to have sexual intercourse

So seeing as you where never actually forced to do anything(your words not mine) you where never actually raped. Which makes you no not a rape victim but a disgruntled gold digger who never got paid for her services.